Love is… what you want it to be

Love is… (love is…) what you want it to be
Love is… (love is…) heaven to the lonely!
Show me… What you want me to do!
‘Cos love is what I got for you!!!

Love is… finding long blonde hairs wrapped around the contents of your bag!  🙂

Love is… handing over the slice with the most anchovies on it!

Love is… having to come down to your level!

Love is… never having to be something you’re not!

Love is… getting your toenails painted AND paying up 🙂

Love is… painting toenails and not expecting payment!

Love is… the warmth of your hugs. 

Love is…  being the little spoon and warming your butt on the big spoon!!!

Love is… laughing at the little spoon trying to be the big spoon!

Love is… bringing home the bacon – to go with the oysters kilpatrick.

Love is… oysters full stop  🙂

Love is… seeing the smile on your face from silly oyster inuendos!

Love is… the feeling of seeing her smile when she’s at the circus.

Love is… getting all wrinkly from canoodling too long in the bathtub.

Love is… getting a mouthful of soap while loofah’ing!

Love is… assuming the position!  😉

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LOL.  I think you’ve finally nailed it!   🙂
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Aw shucks… you guys are great.

Thanks to everyone who emailed me about yesterday’s post.  It often feels like people only have something to say when you’re writing about absolute codswallop or peurile penis jokes.  Which of course means anytime you write anything real or honest then people seem to clam up! 

So thanks for the messages … you can fill my inbox with sweet nothings anytime.

So heavy is the chain of wedlock that it needs two to carry it and sometimes three. Alexandre Dumas

I don’t think I believe in soul mates.  It seems to me a beguiling concept that there is only one person on the entire planet who will love you absolutely, and who you are able to love entirely too.  To me, the whole idea seems positvely absurd.  We are. after all, only animals; albeit the most dominant and intellectually evolved animal on the planet, but animals none the less.  The imperative to pair off and breed stems from the same animal instincts experienced by every creature on the earth for survival of their species and it is still very much present in modern man.  Admittedly that same instinct has been skewed by a couple of thousand of years of religious endoctrination and societal laws designed to control man’s behaviour… but underlying all the social, legal and religious principles there is still an instinct to propagate that drives us to seek mates for companionship and procreation.

When I look up in the dictionary the term ‘soul mate’ it tells me that the phrase originally stems from approximately 1815-1825 and it describes the ‘soul mate’ as ‘a person with whom one has a deep and strong natural affinity… a friendship, love intimacy, sexuality, spirituality and compatibility’.  Many people believe that souls are literally made to be mated with other souls or are somehow fated or destined to be intertwined… but that seems ridiculous to me – for I know we are all capable of having a strong affinity with many people of the opposite and same gender, both concurrently as well as consecutively.

I read one theory (Aristophanes in Plato’s Symposium) that humans were orignally made with four arms, four legs and a single head with two faces.  Aristophanes asserts that Zeus feared the power of these ‘humans’ and split them in half, thereby condemning them to spend their lives each searching for their other lost half to complete themselves… and why not?  Sounds like a plausible enough theory if you want to buy into soul mates in the first place.

But the whole idea that there is only one being on this planet with whom you are capable of being ‘complete’ is an awful concept!  What a burden of responsibility to be placing on someone else’s shoulders!  Putting the onus of your entire life’s happiness in the hands of ONE other person… if indeed you can even find that one person who is supposed to be your soul mate… well, it all seems idealistically niave at best… and unbelievably selfish at worst.  I think we are simply not capable of being everything and anything for another person.  And to feel as though you can’t ever be truly happy without that one individual that you might never meet???  OMG…..

We are (most of us) about as happy as we choose to be.  And while others can impact on your happiness or your misery – they are not responsible for how you choose to react to it.  I am aware that sounds hypocritical as I’m not the happiest of individuals and especially not of late.  I’m often told I don’t smile enough (pain will do that to you)…  I don’t laugh very easily and I don’t feel that I experience joy a great deal… but there’s no way I expect someone else to hold the burden of responsibility for my own happiness.  Saying that someone is your soul mate and that they ‘complete’ you is just like affixing an anchor around their neck and implying that you will be holding them liable should YOUR happiness all go to shit!!!

Besides… there are several people in my life who fit the selection criteria of ‘soul mate’ based on the description above – the dictionary one  (fuck Aristophanes, he’s obviously a wally 🙂 ) and I consider myself extremely lucky that that is the case.  But the whole concept of soul mates is that two, and only two, souls are destined to complete each other entirely… and I just don’t buy it.  Which is why Mr K and I have always had an honest relationship where feelings for others are openly acknowledged .  We, neither of us, believe it’s possible to be the ‘be all and end all’ for any one other person, and that it may take many different people in your life to ‘complete’ the various aspects of your character and meet the various needs you may have.

Many years ago, I knew that rejecting the notion of monogamy felt as natural to me as rejecting the notion that some unseen omnipotent being created the world in one week.  It’s not an ideology that finds easy acceptance with everyone but it’s how I’ve always felt and I am honest to it.  Luckily for me, Mr K accepts me as I am and because of his extraordinary understanding and plenary acceptance, I’ve never had to lie to him about my thoughts and feelings.  The result is that there has always been several people in this relationship and both of us feel variously enriched in innumberable different ways for having opened ourselves up to the possibility that allowing oneself to connect with other people can be rewarding beyond measure.  But most importantly has been the recognition that caring or loving more than one person does not mean that our feelings for each other are in any way diminished.  By not denying our inate ability to feel things like fondness, attraction and (God help us) even love, for someone other than our chosen life partner we have become more honest, more open and more accepting of one another.

So why is it that because we have chosen to make a life together, the societal expectation is that we should no longer desire or be ‘allowed’ to connect inimately with other people?  Whether that intimacy is intellectual, physical or emotional we’re raised to believe/expect that once you’re paired off… that’s it – you should not, will not, and can not be open to the possibility of intimate connections with other people.  As humans we’re capable of feeling and expressing emotions for many different people.  We readily accept that it is possible to love your partner, your family, your children, your friends… and all at the same time!  But when it comes to developing loving or intimate relationships with other non-related individuals once you’re married?  Well for some reason – that’s not on.  Why?  Because society and religion would dictate where I can and can not choose to plant my affections!?!!?

Yes.  That sounds like a solid plan…  I shall walk this life and blindly follow in the footsteps of those before me, simply because that’s how it’s done.

Not on your life.

Puffins… mumble fuck… mumble fuck…

Many moons ago… way back in 1995, BigSal, Bluddy Mary and I went on an extended ‘Grand Tour’ of Europe.  We spend 70 days hanging out with certifiable lunatics on an old Top Deck double decker bus called ‘Freckle’ on the contintent and another week with a different gang of lunatics on another double decker Top Deck bus travelling around Wales and then we hired a car for about 6-7 weeks to troll around Ireland, Scotland and the rest of England.

The tour around Europe was one of the best things I’ve ever done.  I saw amazing places and it has inspired me to want to keep travelling (in spite of the absolute horror that is long haul flights for someone with my nasty back problem).  it was an amazing trip and took us to France, Spain, Monaco, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Romania, Bulgaria, Czech Republic, Hungary, Austria, Germany, Lichtenstein, Swizerland, Holland (and I think I’m leaving places out) and because it was 10 weeks we went to all the major tourist highlights as well as many out of the way places too.  There’s nothing like travelling when someone else is setting the itinerary and all you have to worry about is not missing the bus – which you couldn’t because well you were sleeping upstairs on it!

The trip around the UK was obviously less formal.  We went to Ireland first then headed to Scotland straight to the Edinburough Tattoo and Fringe Festival before pottering around the rest of Englands’ Lakes District and then down to Penzance and the Salisbury Plains etc.  Anyway I am getting distracted from my purpose here (as per usual).  I was thinking about Fingal’s Cave when I started writing this.

 

One of the things on my ‘Must See’ list was Fingal’s Cave on the uninhabited Island of Staffa in the Scottish Inner Hebrides.  In fact it was just about my only ‘Must See’ in the whole UK… everything else was stuff that BigSal was keen on and me and Bluddy Mary were along for the ride.  For the record BigSal makes one helluva tour guide – she picked some amazing places to take us to that we never knew existed 🙂  We had a couple of wild goose chases (don’t mention the Men-an-tol!!) but mostly it was great. 

Well Fingal’s Cave looked like an amazing place, crazy hexagonal rock formations that are similar to the ones seen at the Giant’s Causeway in Northern Island…. and home to puffins!!!  Now I have no idea why but I REALLY wanted to see the puffins!.  There were boat trips leaving from Oban I think (?) and unfortunately on the two days we were in the area the weather was too rough to go out to Staffa.  I was upset… we were so far away from home and it was unlikely I’d be back in the forseeable future.   So Bugger. Poo. Bum. Piss Fart.  :S

I have no idea where the fascination with the puffins came from.  But I thought they were totally cool little birds, they hang out on the cliffs where they lay their eggs in rather vicariously situation nests and they don’t look particualrly aerodynamic but somehow they get their fat little bodies to fly and they’re covered in beautiful bright coloured beaks and are basically just one of natures little oddities (well so it seemed to me anyway).  But alas, there was no puffin sightings for me except at the Edinburough Zoo… which just isn’t the same thing at all.

I was reading a science article today that mentioned that puffins are monogamous… they meet up with their mate at the same time each year to lay one egg that they both take responsibility nurturing and then they go their separate ways until they meet up again at the next breeding season.  Bizarre.  No doubt the whole monogamy thing is a lot easier when you only have to see each other once every breeding season! 

Well I had no idea puffins subscribed to such a ridiculous concept!  Why it goes agains every evolutionary ideal to deliberately retard the gene pool by continuously breeding with the same bird year after year!  I’ve lost all respect for them now!  Why would they choose to be monogamous when they don’t have a religious or societal expectation or imperative to do so???  It makes no sense!  And you know I could never admire a creature that is out of it’s wits! 
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